Flowey Possession Sans

C'est un pêcheur qui m'a trouvée au petit matin. Quand il a balancé son appât, ce dernier s'est agrippé à moi et ne voulait plus s'enlever. Alors il s'est approché et m'a vue dans l'eau. Il a eu tellement peur qu'il est parti en courant sans même prendre sa canne, pour appeler la police. Quand les policiers m'ont récupérée, j'étais à deux doigts de la mort. Même les médecins n'avaient plus d'espoir à me réanimer. Quand l'hôpital a appelé mon mari, pour qu'il signe mes soins, il préparait une soupe chaude pour son premier amour. Il n'avait pas le temps de venir. Plus tard, il est en larmes, suppliant pour un regard de ma part.

Le soir de Noël, j'avais préparé un somptueux dîner, mais minuit a sonné sans que mon mari, Sylvain Naudé, ne rentre à la maison. Ma fille m'a tendu son téléphone : « Maman, regarde… Papa est chez cette femme ! » Sur les réseaux sociaux, Sylvain avait publié une photo où il échangeait un sourire complice avec Céline, son amie d'enfance. Entre eux se tenait un enfant d'une dizaine d'années, et devant eux trônait un gâteau en forme de cygne blanc. La légende disait : « En ce jour si spécial, avec vous, les plus précieux. » Mon cœur a sombré. Six ans d'amour n'avaient pas suffi à rivaliser avec des liens tissés depuis l'enfance. D'accord, j'acceptais ma défaite.

Alors qu'on m'a tranchée morceau par morceau, j'ai trouvé la force d'appeler mon frère. Il a décroché quand ma conscience s'est brouillée, avec une voix pleine d'agacement. « Qu'est-ce que tu veux encore ? » « Alex, sauve-moi… » Je n'ai pas fini ma phrase qu'il m'a coupée net. « Comment se fait-il que tu aies toujours des histoires ? À la fin du mois c'est la fête d'Élise Dubois, si tu ne viens pas, je te fais la peau ! » Après ces mots, il a raccroché sans hésiter. La douleur m'a vaincue, j'ai fermé les yeux pour toujours, avec des larmes encore aux coins de mes yeux. « Alex, tu n'as pas besoin de me tuer, je suis déjà morte. »

“Fifty Thousand dollars, going once.” The words echo through the room, cold and final, as Bianca realizes her fate is no longer her own. Desperation has led her to a place where lives are reduced to bids, and freedom has a price tag. Just before the gavel can fall, a single voice cuts through the silence, calm, powerful, and undeniable. “Twenty Million.” The room freezes. The highest bid belongs to Stefano De Luca, a man whose wealth is limitless, whose influence is feared, and whose intentions are never questioned. Sold to a man who treats power like a weapon and emotions like weakness, Bianca is forced into a contract that binds her to a world of luxury, control, and dangerous secrets. What begins as a transaction soon becomes a battle of wills, where lines blur between possession and protection, fear and desire. In a world where everything has a price, Bianca must decide whether she is merely something that was bought or the one thing Stefano De Luca never intended to lose. But what if he never intended to set her free at all?

“I just wanted to dance.” She whispered as hot tear rolled down her cheeks. *** *** The last thing anyone wants is to be a dispensable member of the leading mafia family. But that’s exactly what Althea became. As a lowly born, Althea makes money by performing shows at the biggest clubs, she’s happy with what she does until Diaz watches her dance and offers a large amount of money in exchange for her life. Althea is terrified of essentially being sold off to a mafia boss, especially one as cruel as Diaz, but there’s no saying no in her world. She convinces herself that she’s going to escape. But from the moment she is drawn into Diaz’s world, it quickly becomes apparent he owns her—down to her every breath. And despite her reluctance at being there, she can’t help but like how it feels. Althea just might be falling for him, but is she just another prized possession “won” to a man who gets everything he wants…or is she more of a pawn in this dangerous game than she ever realized?

Everyone thought he called me into his office to scold me. But when I got home, my phone lit up. “I’m sorry… did I f**k you too hard?” he asked, calm as ever. *** After years of being Grant’s invisible wife, Aurelia finally chooses herself. She leaves the mansion, the marriage, and the man who made her feel small. But healing doesn’t come easy, not when your ex can’t let go. Her new boss turns out to be the man every woman whispers about, Julien Knightley, ruthless in the boardroom, magnetic in every other room. The kind of man who sees through the walls she built, and makes her want to live again. But when Grant realizes he’s lost control, obsession replaces love, and the lines between power, passion, and possession blur. The end of her marriage was the beginning of her dangerous new story. A story of healing, second chances, and a woman who refuses to stay broken...

Freedom... Was all Anastasia Redeye, an eighteen years old werewolf princess wants, however, it was like when an Omega dreams of becoming a Luna. Unless there is a miracle, it is going to be forever that way. Anastasia was made to dress and behave the way she didn't want, and on the day she clocks 18, her father reveals his plan to her, and that is, she was promised as a gift to the greatest Werewolf Alpha. Well, not as a bride, but as one of his mistresses. This struck Anastasia's heart, remembering her the need to leave this prison called home, thus, she escape. However, on her journey to find this freedom, she met a guy who she didn't hesitate to tease whenever they met, and gradually, she fell into the pool of love. But what would she do when there was suddenly a crisis in his pack and he asked her to leave? Would she stay because of love or leave because of her freedom? If we commit ourselves to one person for life, this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather, it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession but participation.

Blood pooled beneath Eloise's head just moments after she discovered the truth about her husband. The man she built her world around wanted nothing more than to destroy her. He stole everything, her company, her pride, her future, and left her to die. But as the darkness closed in on her, fate offered a second chance. ** Now she is back, with bloodstained memories and a thirst for revenge. Desperate and broken, she made a deal with the devil, a man powerful enough to hand her the weapons. But his help comes at a price. To be owned by him. For four months. A strict deal with no strings or feelings attached. But nothing about him is simple. He's infuriating, intoxicating, and every second with him chips away at her control. What starts as business quickly spirals into a dangerous game of possession, secrets, and desire. And when hearts get involved, the real cost becomes something more than she bargained for. He’s the last man she should trust… and the only one who makes her lose control.

L'amour de jeunesse de mon mari Théo, Éléna, est tombée enceinte en même temps que moi. Afin de protéger l'honneur d'Éléna, il déclare l'enfant d'Éléna en tant que sien. Ainsi, l'enfant que je porte, dont il est le père, devient illégitime. Quand je lui mets ça en face, il dit, « Éléna n'a pas encore de compagnon. Si le Conseil des Loups découvre qu'elle est enceinte sans être mariée, elle serait banie de la meute de la Rose Noire ! Je dois l'aider ! » Plus tard, quand Théo accompagne Éléna à l'étranger pour son accouchement, ses parents me forcent à avorter. Quand il revient, je suis portée disparue.

Tammie Daniels never imagined her life would come to this: marrying a man she barely knows to save her family's business. Raised in a world where independence was her most prized possession, Tammie now looks down on the impossible an arranged marriage to billionaire Collins Blackwood, a man with a reputation as cold as his fortune is vast. Since he was young, Collins hasn't been about anything but building his empire. Love and marriage never came, and quite frankly, he never thought they would, until a promise made to his dying father forces his hand. He has to marry Tammie to secure a deal that will expand his empire. Neither of them anticipated anything more than a business agreement, and Tammie and Collins couldn't be further apart. Lives are shared, and the fire sparks fly: less expectedly, feelings grow, and the boundaries between business and pleasure blur. In a world where one can hardly trust anyone and love is a crapshoot, can two people bound by duty and honor find something real, or was this truly a contract with no heart?